Some people are not going to like where this is going but it's not like I haven't been hinting at it the entire fic lol
SADIE
LOUISVILLE MUHAMMAD ALI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
TWO DAYS LATER
"You're sure they're not going to be looking for you?" I ask Bucky as we make our way to the gate.
"Positive. There's no warrant out for me. Had Natasha check that, too."
"Well, that's a plus."
I guess it's sometimes a good thing when parole officers don't do their jobs.
In addition to loading us up with a shitload of cash, Natasha bought us plane tickets to Orange County on a luxury fucking airline. She even booked us a honeymoon suite for a month.
We're getting married in Disneyland, and we're going to wait for Rumlow to come to us.
"We're gonna Bonnie and Clyde this shit, sugar."
"Didn't they die?"
"Yeah. But we won't."
I'm not sure I believed him in the moment, but I trust him. He knows this world, and I've never seen him stronger or more focused than he is right now as he holds my hand, calmly walking me toward our gate.
He kisses my knuckles, looking down at me with a warm, confident smile.
"We'll be okay, sugar. I promise. The goal is to lay low for as long as we can and draw Rumlow out and away from Eden. While he's gone, your daddy and Sam are going to take care of the rest of Pierce's men."
"How?"
"They obey them and me by proxy, or they die."
"There's no softer middle option?" I ask.
His eyes darken as we reach our gate. I wonder how much Bucky really wants this life. He's told me he craved something softer, something that wouldn't tear him away from the world as he knows it. He wants peace, quiet, babies, and me.
"Not in this life. Come on. Get your boarding pass and ID out." He squeezes my hand as we approach the counter. "Be. Cool."
My heart is pounding. We didn't have an issue going through security, but right now, anything could happen. I exhale, but do as Bucky says. I'm cool, I'm calm, and I have my shit together. I'm dressed from head to toe in Valentino. A cherry red faux leather jacket over top of a pale yellow dress made of intricate lace. The skirt hits my mid-thigh.
The only thing that isn't Valentino are the white Louboutin heels on my feet.
